Modeh Ani

eyes fluttered open
stretched arms
I lay there
still and quiet
I choke on that prayer
my hands cannot connect
I do not offer thanks to him
the living and eternal king
I wish he had kept my soul
for I am drowning in my own negel vasser
it’s deep and dreary
it’s long and lonesome
please your majesty
pull me out
revive me
mercifully restore my soul
so I can say modeh ani once again